Napalm Death - A Glimpse Into Genocide

Blindness leading,
which one of me is real ?
Through corridors of uncertainty -
a force without form.

I've dug a hole so deep,
full of the shit of compromise.
For once can't I keep
pain on the outside.

Adapt.
Take on release.
Others.
Thoughts infringed.

Adapt.
Take on release.
A life -
On pause syringed.

A glimpse into genocide.
My own emotions,
a million strong.
A heart so full of emptiness-
none of them belong.